B a s i c  I n f o r m a t i o n

Name: Asher
ID: 25
Age: 3 Years 
Rank: Forger
Breed: Belgian Tervuren 
Gender: Male

P h y s i c a l  A p p e a r a n c e

Height:  19 inches (48 centimeters) 
Weight: 48 pounds

P e r s o n a l i t y

Optimistic: Preferring to look on the bright side of every situation, it's tough to get Asher to look at the glass as half empty. In a world as dark as Eden, this tends to be a good thing, as it allows him to see a different (and considerably rarer) perspective. This is also his downfall, however, because he tries so hard to be optimistic that he sometimes ignores the fact that some things simply don't have a bright side.
Friendly: Asher is an extremely socially adept dog, and he's friendly with pretty much everyone he meets. This tends to lend him a gullible nature, but despite all the times people have used his friendliness against him, he can't seem to grasp the concept of acting another way. While it makes him very approachable and likeable, it also tends to give him the appearance that he has no backbone.
Cheerful: Asher's optimism gives him an air of cheeriness that is incredibly difficult to break him out of. He's not fond of conflict or sadness, and he tries to ignore it as much as he possibly can. This makes him an incredibly good choice if you need someone to talk to to feel better, but his constant cheerfulness comes at a cost.
Laid-back: Not much seems to bother this loveable dog, except, perhaps, the things he does not let on. He'll take orders if they are given to him, and he generally avoids fights and does not cause a ruckus unless it is absolutely warranted. You could almost consider him lazy, if you didn't count his job as a forger, which he is very passionate about.  
Naive: Asher's wish to be friends with everyone is probably his greatest downfall. He is extremely naive, and it doesn't take much to fool him. He is far too innocent for a world such as Eden, and this is his achilles' heel. His naivety has caused him to get hurt more times than he can count, and it is the very root of his moodiness.
Moody: While he didn't always used to be this way, ever since his parents died, Asher has developed a tendency to go through mood swings. Some who do not know him better liken it to bipolar disorder, but it is not so. Because he vehemently buries anything and everything that might damage his optimistic attitude, it tends to come back to bite him in the form of mood swings. Most of the time, he is at home when they rear their ugly head, making him much more irritable and depressed than he would be normally. These shifts in mood, however, are the only way his body has to release the pent up energy he keeps burying. While his brother has never complained, it makes Asher feel incredibly guilty afterwards, as most of the time, his brother is the one to recieve the brunt of his ""bursts." 
Aimless: Asher has no true purpose in his life, beyond working at the forge. While he is an extremely happy dog, he doesn't feel he is that important, and he has not done anything truly significant, nor does he plan to.

H i s t o r y

Asher was born only minutes after his older brother and was the runt of the litter. Neither pup lived a very hard life, and their parents were mellow canines who scolded them when need be but otherwise allowed their pups freedom to do what they wished. Even at the young age of 6 months, Asher loved digging around in the dirt surrounding his family’s small home, making small trinkets out of his findings and proudly showing his parents. 

It seemed he and his brother had the perfect life, and this is what mostly contributed to the Belgian Tervuren’s overly cheerful attitude. His mother, an ordinary citizen, usually spent time at home, able to care for both her pups as affectionately as possible, always encouraging them to have fun. While his father was a technician, he taught the curious pup how to put things together more efficiently as he grew older, giving Asher the tools to become the forger he is today.

Something had to give, however. For Eden was not a place of both happy beginnings and happy endings. At the age of two, Asher came home to see his brother distraught beyond belief. Upon asking what was wrong, he suddenly realized their parents weren’t present. He knew then and there what must have happened, but having never experienced a death of someone close to him before, he had no clue how to handle it. A break began to form in his mind, as his happy-go-lucky personality began to shift, if only by a fraction. 

He learned that his parents had died of something as trivial as old age, and while he was glad that they didn’t go painfully, Asher needed to do something to get his mind off of it before he broke. He busied himself with trying to learn the ropes of becoming a forger. Or the professional details, anyway. When he was finally granted the job by Arianne, he radiated joy. Other Edeners thought him ill because he seemed so excited while his parents had only died weeks earlier. In truth, he was only masking his pain, and in doing so, he created a problem that now is impossible to fix.

After announcing the news to his brother, the older canine gave Asher what their father had left them: a shark tooth necklace, born of the old world before it was taken by the infection. The necklace itself was worn, and the tooth was a gray-ish color rather than the pearly white it used to be. This was because of its age, nothing more nothing less. But Asher took it with gratitude. His brother gave it to him not only as a reward for finally accomplishing his dreams but also because though his father meant him to have it (he was the oldest sibling), he wished for his younger brother to wear it instead.

Asher’s first successful, professional forgery was a sort of golden piercing which matched the color of his necklace’s rope. He wears it to this day, as a symbol that he “made it through” the worst. Though he thinks he’s gotten over his parents’ deaths, it caused a domino effect that he is not entirely aware of; this is the origin of his seemingly random mood swings. 

His parents shaped him into a very trusting and loyal canine, and he had always been a polite and happy pup. Now? Those very same teachings have turned out to be his downfall sometimes, as some dogs take advantage of him and others outright betray him. He doesn’t know who’s worth trusting and still he trusts blindly. He’s dug his darker emotions so deep down that even he has begun to believe his own fables, only to realize in sudden outbursts at home that all is not quite as perfect as it seems…

S t r e n g t h s  &  W e a k n e s s e s

Strengths:
+ Muscular 
+ Calloused (less prone to serious injury) 
+ Optimistic 
Weaknesses:
- Skinny
- Calloused (cracked paw pads, occasional loss of feeling in mouth) 
- Naive

R e l a t i o n s h i p s

E x t r a s

Notes:
*He can usually be seen with small scrapes on his ankles, and his mouth/paws are very calloused from handling the forge.
*Wears a shark tooth necklace on his right ankle which was originally his father's but was given to him by his brother.
*Theme song is Shooting Star by Owl City 
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RP Example: It was relatively quiet in the forge, if you didn't take into consideration the burning fire or the clanging metal. Asher had been working nearly all day, but his zeal for the job never seemed to tire. He was covered in soot and there were small scrapes on his ankles, but he loved doing this. It was his passion. It was quiet, however, because there were no other forgers around. The last one who had been a "working buddy" of sorts hadn't shown up for quite some time. Although Asher was sad that he hadn't seen the other dog in a while, it couldn't stop him from taking up the mantle. He still had work to do, after all. He grinned with delight as he grasped a hot metal pan with his teeth, turning it into a mold and letting it sit for a while. Though it should have bothered him to have that much searing heat on his tongue and in his teeth, he was far beyond used to it by now. Some would even swear that he had callouses on his tongue. But he didn't mind any of it. It made him happy.

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